imagine | anthology

13| fuck him |ep. 2|

"y o u t h e t y p e o f n i g g a
m a k e m e l a n e s w i t c h
h a n d m e t h e b r u s h 
a n d s a y "p a i n t i t"

trevante rhodes as| himself
alexandra_nx as | india

for | bludorange

(this took too long to update
so it's long and a lil freaky lmao)
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fuck him |ep. 2

"Bitch I can't find... my fucking keys." I mumbled to myself and started tossing literally everything around looking for them with shaky hands while trying to push my hair from my face.

I was nervous— that's an understatement... I was unstable right now, because in probably less than twenty minutes, Trevante would be over here for our date, and I had no clue how this was gonna go. Originally, we planned to go out the day after our conversation, but it conflicted with work schedules, so we pushed it back to the weekend.

After he left my house when shit got serious, we still talked about everything that happened, and I was still a giddy mess. He would FaceTime me and I would sit there and stutter or try not to make eye contact the entire time, and he would just say 'don't try to act shy now.' Like he wasn't one of the finest men in the city and we didn't just confirm that we had a thing for each other and that I would possibly be limping if things got to that point on this date.

He knew what he was doing, with his cute ass. I can't stand him.

I plopped on my bed and ran my fingers against my scalp. "If I can't find these keys, I'm burning this house to the ground—" I was cut off by my doorbell going off, and I shot up from the bed, making my way towards it; but not before looking at myself in the mirror and running my hands against the silky dress— that he picked out, might I add.